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poetry by j matthew waters

practicing


there was a time
I’d pound those keys
morning noon and night
making music in my sleep
hoping one day they’d be
translated into poetry

they kept telling me
people love you
and of course
I believed them
like morning dew
believes in rising sun

piano in bay window
hasn’t been played
since god knows when
sparrows still perching
on old crabapple
remembering




october two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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2 thoughts on “practicing

  1. There’s something about this one 🙂 I’m not sure exactly what, but I really liked it

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